My
Braille Biography
A
blind lover's touch will read my story
Traced
upon my body in the scars wrought by my life.
A soft
caress of my cheek traces
The
thin diagonal line earned by following blindly,
By
trusting the untrustworthy.
As the
melting icicle fades, its lesson does not.
My
lover's hand meanders lower.
It
traces the top of my breast and finds...imperfection--
A
small thick scar that never should have been, but is now a battle scar.
Once a
source of embarrassment, now a reminder
That I
am strong. That I am brave. That I survived.
My
lover's hand slides down to my belly
Where
it crosses tracks
Jagged
and thick, they are an eternal imperfection,
And a
reminder of how I have been loved
By
those who held me in my darkest hour,
Let me
sob in their arms,
And
thought no less of me.
My
lover abandons my body,
and
sinks his fingers into my hair
And
finds, something
Hard
and foreign
A
hidden life line
Buried
beneath my treasured tresses
An X
marks the top of my head
from a
barely remembered crisis
In
which a mistake was made
And a
life preserved.
A
miracle in a pencil mark.
My
scars create a tattooed map upon my skin;
-of
trust
-of
bravery
-of
love
-of
faith
My Braille biography
Alison Roberts
Writing
since the age of 7, Alison published her first poetry anthology in 2002 after
earning a spot as a finalist in an International Society of Poets
competition. She co-authored “The
Dichotomy Project” with Michael Leslie in 2010. She currently lives with her
husband in Texas, and works as a middle school math teacher.
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Poetry
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